Page 23 of Skating the Blue Line
I almost came in her mouth earlier, and now sliding into her like this is becoming tortuous. I don’t know how much more I can handle.
“Are you close, sweetheart? I don’t know how much more I can handle.” I try to think of anything that will stop the inevitable but the only thing that I can picture is Chloe touching her pussy for me.
“I’m right there,” Chloe pants out, her head going back.
I grab her hair and pull her back until she is on her knees and her back is pressed against my front.
I press my face to her neck and pepper her skin with kisses just as I release her hair and slide my hand down to her pussy.
A moan sounds in my ear.
“You like that, don’t you? You like having my cock sliding into you all the while I rub your clit,” I say into her ear.
“Yes,” she lets out, almost in a desperate cry.
I feel her tighten around me, telling me that she’s close.
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Come all over my cock and milk me dry. I know you want to. Take it. Take everything that you need. I’m yours all damn night.”
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Chloe yells out, her body starting to shake.
Her pussy tightens around my cock and that is the last thing I’m able to handle before my own release shooting out.
I grunt into Chloe’s neck, tightening my hold on her.
“Fuck.” I say against her skin, not wanting to move from this position
“Fuck is right. Holy shit.” The woman in arm pants out.
From the way she sounds, I’m going to take a wild guess that what we just did took a lot out of her. I know it took a lot out of me.
“If you want to do that again, I’m going to need a break,” she lets, relaxing into my arms.
“We can take as long of a break as you want.”
And for the rest of the night, that’s what we do until sleep finally takes over.
Sleep that is filled with dreams of Chloe and everything she made me feel tonight.
Dreams that a part of me, a small part at that, wishes there was a possibility to come true.
Dreams that may mean that I’ve taken one or two many hits to the head.
6
LIAM
There’sa heaviness against my body that isn’t usually there.
For a few minutes, I try to ignore it but eventually my eyes pop open as if it wasn’t the middle of the night. Given the minimal amount of light shining through the room, I’m going to say it’s not even dawn yet.
I lay here for a few seconds, trying to get my head on straight and try to figure out where I woke up.
When I feel something shift next to me, every single memory from last night and the last few hours comes rushing back.
The ballet.
The dancer.
